MTL - I Am The Only One Who Doesn’t Know I Am The Master-Chapter 12 1 word "fixed"

The early morning sun shines through the doors and windows, dispelling the darkness in the house, and the clear and warm light hits the landscape map on the screen, which can not help but make the landscape a little more energetic.

Lin Zhishui stood behind the desk, glanced at Han Suxin who was standing still, and asked casually, "Can you sharpen ink?"

"Yes." Han Su Xin continued.

"Then you can grind ink." Lin Zhishui smiled.

"This is the honor of the juniors."

Hearing this, Han Suxin immediately nodded slightly excitedly, stepped forward, took a deep breath, picked up the ink stick, poured a little water, and began to grind the ink familiarly.

Grinding ink is a hard work, the ink can not be too thick or too light, so the force can not be too light or too heavy, otherwise the ink may be thick and uneven, the force is too light, the speed is too slow, waste time and ink floating, If the force is too heavy and the speed is too fast, the ink will be thick and dull, and the color will be dull.

She also understands that this senior likes to return to the ordinary, so naturally she will not use magic power.

Therefore, Han Suxin only used the technique to massage and move in a gentle manner.

She has a calm temperament, and she is also quite involved in calligraphy, just grinding ink, of course.

The most important thing is that she is fortunate to have the opportunity to grind ink for such a master of the immortal family. I am afraid that the entire cultivation world will not be able to find a few people. How could she try to use mana quickly?

Seeing this scene, Lin Zhishui couldn't help but pick up the utility knife and cut the paper with a little relief.

As the saying goes, the red sleeves accompany, the plain hands grind the inkstone, the scholars drop the paper, and scold Fang Qiu.

This is probably the ultimate dream of those who love calligraphy.

It's a pity that this red sleeve is not beautiful enough.

However, Han Suxin's temperament is very good, so I will use it.

After a while, Lin Zhishui cut a piece of rice paper, put the extra rice paper aside, and pressed it with a paperweight.

It's just that there is nothing to press down on this cut of rice paper.

Lin Zhishui glanced around, but couldn't find anything suitable for pressing paper. He opened the drawer to take a look, and suddenly found that he had not used the bluestone ruler given to him by Mr. Cheng. over.

Before, he disliked the appearance of this ruler for being too ordinary, even a little shabby, which was detrimental to the demeanor of calligraphers, so he stuffed it in a drawer and never used it.

It's okay to use it now.

Because he also wanted to understand that as long as his calligraphy is good, no matter how young he is or how ordinary his clothes are, these guests will not care!

Calligraphy everyone, how can you just look at the appearance?

He can have such self-confidence and tolerance, and I would like to thank these customers in the store. It is too polite and respects him so much that he is a little inflated.

No wonder there will always be some net red expansion, it is really fans who can blow.

"Mr. Lin, the ink is finished." Han Suxin put the ink stick aside, and pushed the inkstone slightly in front of Lin Zhishui.

"Um."

Lin Zhishui nodded slightly, stood behind the desk, picked up his beloved brush, slowly soaked it in the inkstone, and said at the same time, "Since I want to give you a word, naturally I have to choose a word that suits you."

He pondered for a while, and said, "Your behavior is impeccable, and there is nothing to correct, but your behavior is a little rushed, and it has something in common with the way of calligraphy, you need to 'fix' it. , you can walk more steadily."

Han Suxin couldn't help but startled.

Before dawn this morning, she couldn't wait to come to the calligraphy and painting shop, waiting for Lin Zhishui to arrive, and it was not until Lin Zhishui entered the shop that she pretended to have just arrived.

It seems that Senior Lin discovered her long ago.

And her cultivation path has indeed been rushed, resulting in an unstable foundation, so she has not been able to break through over the years.

Senior Lin is worthy of being a master of the Xian family. With just a few simple words, she pointed out her flaws and drawbacks, almost to the point!

Han Suxin couldn't help bowing her head a little ashamed and said, "Thank you for your advice, this junior should keep it in mind."

Lin Zhishui nodded slowly, but thought to himself: This female fan is too good at licking, can you agree with this? I just really can't fault it, just some ambiguous, irrefutable panacea...

He didn't say much, just held the pen holder, swiped the pen, and the pen walked the dragon and the snake.

I saw the ink flow and the clouds, and the tip of the pen turned thousands of times. Soon, a large character appeared on the rice paper—

Certainly!

"This word is for you."

Lin Zhishui spoke slowly, racking his brains to find words suitable for traditional literary and artistic models, "I hope you can handle things calmly, as stable as Mount Tai, and stabilize your state of mind at that time, so that you will have the opportunity to go to the Avenue of Heaven."

Avenue!

‘Senior Lin actually thinks that as long as I stabilize, it is possible for me to embark on the Dao of Immortals and Gods in the future? ’

Although Han Suxin knew that these words were mostly encouragement, she still felt agitated. There were thousands of words in her throat but she couldn't spit them out, so she could only bow deeply and give a big gift.

Lin Zhishui nodded with a smile, and happily accepted her gift.

It's not that he thinks how much face and how helpful he is. It's mainly that the previous customers, when they got his words, would give him such a big gift without exception.

"After I sign the letter and the ink dries, you can put this word away."

Lin Zhishui said, and then signed two lines in the lower left corner of the big characters.

—Ms. Han Suxin

—Lin Zhishui left a letter, Gengzi Midsummer Yu He Mingxuan

Immediately, Han Suxin saw that the rhythm of the word 'Ding' began to change slowly, as it did last time, and was hidden and hidden. Only she could arouse the rhythm in it, which was equivalent to recognizing her as the master.

However, it seems that the one-character copybook is different from the copybook of other verses. The Dao rhyme in it is too simple, and it is not helpful for understanding the Dao. It seems that there are other uses.

"By the way, how is your injury... how is it?" Lin Zhishui put down his brush and asked in concern.

My little snake seemed to pinch this Ms. Han's private place yesterday. Seeing that she was so painful yesterday that her face turned pale, maybe she even pinched purple?

"No problem." Han Suxin shook her head slightly.

Divine Soul is damaged by shock. Although it is difficult to heal, it can always be recovered with the passage of time.

"That's good." Lin Zhishui secretly let out a sigh of relief, no matter if she was being polite or not, as long as she didn't let him pay for the medical bills.

After working so hard for so long, he felt a little hungry. He hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so he said, "It looks like it will take a while for the ink to dry. Have you eaten breakfast yet? Would you like to join us?"

Han Suxin didn't dare to refuse, she nodded and said, "Then thank the seniors for your hospitality."

Lin Zhishui took out his mobile phone, quickly ordered a breakfast takeaway for two, and said casually, "There is a breakfast restaurant nearby that has good crab yellow buns, and the soy milk is also very fresh. You can try it."

"You can call the shots." Han Suxin nodded, daring to make more demands.

However, UU reading www.uukanshu. Senior com Lin is obviously a **** standing in the clouds, yet he can put down his body and enjoy the mundane fireworks, which is really rare, and he can keep up with the times.

After Lin Zhishui ordered the takeout, he saw that the takeaway brother started to deliver, and was about to chat for a while when he heard the phone ring suddenly.

I glanced at the call, and it was actually my own little snake.

After the connection was made, She Xilu's stuttering voice sounded from the opposite side: "The electricity and the meter are out of power... What should I do..."

The meter is dead?

Lin Zhishui was stunned.

Also, there is no charging fee for a while.

Because of She Xilu's social phobia, it would be too embarrassing for her to go to the business hall of the power supply company to buy electricity by herself.

Therefore, Lin Zhishui had no choice but to say, "Wait a minute, I'll go back now."

After finishing the call, Lin Zhishui turned to look at Han Suxin, and said, "I have something to do at home, I have to go back, so please help me to look at the store, and the takeaway will come later, you can eat first, give I'll just keep one."

"what?"

Han Suxin was slightly startled, looked at the direction behind the screen with some worry, and said, "But the calligraphy and paintings in your store are so precious, I am the only one..."

"It's okay, don't worry." Lin Zhishui shook his head gently.

It's just some paintings and calligraphy. If you lose it, you will lose it. The big deal is to rewrite it. Moreover, his shop is in such a remote and deep alley. Which thief would come to steal it?

Han Suxin took a deep breath and said, "Then you can go, the younger generation will take good care of you."

"Don't be nervous, just relax."

Lin Zhishui smiled slightly, then turned and left.